I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3679: Chapter 1790: Beast

"Weaving..."

The unpleasant memories of Dao Qiongcang resurfaced.

Back then, Xu Xiaoshou had used this very Weaving Technique to corrupt his Hundred World spiritual array, acting unreasonably.

Today, it was the same method, but even more advanced.

He was actually defiling the imprint of his Great God Descending Technique, this was seizing one’s lifeblood!

But, should he go back to stop it?

Dao Qiongcang couldn’t even lift his feet.

Xu Xiaoshou was so arrogant, boldly announcing his presence, Hua Changdeng was bound to arrive at any moment.

Turning back now, even if he rushed back to fight Xu Xiaoshou to the death...

First, it wouldn’t be a real fight to the death.

Even if Xu Xiaoshou perished here, it would only be his clone that died, it wouldn’t matter much to his true self.

Second, Xu Xiaoshou’s mouth, is that a human mouth?

By then, even if he fought Xu Xiaoshou, once Hua Changdeng arrived, this guy would use that three-inch unbreakable tongue to drag him into his camp.

"Explain?"

Dao Qiongcang knew too well.

Some things couldn’t be explained clearly just by explaining.

Even if he wanted to explain to Hua Changdeng, whether the latter would listen was one thing, the existence of the Great God Descending Technique’s imprint was an indisputable fact.

Moreover!

Between him and Xu Xiaoshou, was it really clean?

"Madman..."

Dao Qiongcang felt so miserable he wanted to cry.

He couldn’t go back, but if he didn’t go back to stop it, it would mean letting Xu Xiaoshou devour the fruits of his decades of layout efforts.

Looking out broadly.

At this time, not only the memory imprints of the Purple Bamboo Forest were being corrupted.

The Mystical Array Diagram encompassing ten thousand miles was not contained, it spread with the extension of space, permeating each corner of the Yunshan Emperor realm.

In just a moment, most of the memory imprints of the entire Yunshan Emperor realm had been activated and subsequently corrupted by Xu Xiaoshou.

"Beast!"

"You beast!"

Dao Qiongcang was extremely miserable, yet he could only leave the scene with the young Yue Gongli, his heart full of hatred and resentment.

Hua Changdeng slayed Elder Yu, confining spirits and trapping souls.

This one who eats people without spitting out bones, you’re not Xu Xiaoshou, you’re the living Yama!

"Defile, defile, defile..."

"Defile everything for me!"

On the other side, Xu Xiaoshou, with full firepower, had no scruples at all.

Under the extension of the Space Dao Disc, his perspective quickly scanned every corner of the Yunshan Emperor realm.

Mountains, mountains, more mountains...

The Yunshan Emperor realm was filled with mountains, sky-high peaks, housing various people in gorgeous attire.

People?

People also had imprints!

Their imprints had to become mine too!

Guided by the Life Dao Disc, Xu Xiaoshou actively avoided all Saint Stage life force fluctuations.

Demi-saints were indeed weak.

But if some demi-saints were disturbed, they could really pose a considerable nuisance, like delaying his steps.

Xu Xiaoshou was racing against time.

He aimed to, as extensively as possible, weave all the memory imprints of the Yunshan Emperor realm into his own.

"Transform!"

When the final command fell, nearly seventy percent of the memory imprints throughout the Yunshan Emperor realm were marked with Xu Xiaoshou’s traces.

"That’s enough!"

Dao Qiongcang could no longer hold back from shouting.

However, he didn’t speak within Hua Changdeng’s past memories, but used telepathic communication from within the five regions to speak to Xu Xiaoshou’s true self.

"Not enough, my Dao."

Xu Xiaoshou chuckled softly, replying in a gentle voice: "We’re all friends, what’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is... ours."

"You are a devil!"

"No, no, no, even if I marked them, does it mean you can’t use these imprints anymore? Come on, my Dao, the imprints at most change from single use to shared between us!"

Who wants to share with you?

Dao Qiongcang was startled by this shameless face.

What kind of person turned Xu Xiaoshou into what he was now, without any bottom line, without any decency, almost like... uh, like himself a little.

Dao Qiongcang was silenced.

It wasn’t because he permitted Xu Xiaoshou’s actions.

Instead, at the Purple Bamboo Forest position of the Yunshan Emperor realm, a sudden gloomy wind rose, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts.

A figure in a white robe coalesced, holding a lamp in his left hand, pressing a sword with his right, his form straight and his eyes sharp as torches, unmistakably Hua Changdeng.

"Xu Xiaoshou, you’re too reckless."

As soon as he appeared, Hua Changdeng squinted and gazed.

The will this figure exerted over the Purple Bamboo Forest, standing atop the Five-layered Mysterious Array, seemed to be influencing something with all his might.

"Hua Changdeng, you Sword Demon, has your Will Ghost been refined to the Super Taoization level?" Xu Xiaoshou bravely shouted in inquiry.

Hua Changdeng remained silent.

He couldn’t see what Xu Xiaoshou was influencing.

But he could sense that such influence was harmful and not beneficial to the Yunshan Emperor realm.

"Buzz..."

The Ghost Hunter at his waist lifted, instantly changing the color of heaven and earth.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly couldn’t see the blue sky and white clouds of the Yunshan Emperor realm anymore.

He was plunged into Phantom City, surrounded by bizarre and fantastical cave sights, deep within, ghostly will-o-wisps swayed, accompanied by the howling of fierce ghosts.

Soon, terrifying hell visions rose from all directions, amidst an endless cacophony of wails, revealing the Tongue-pulling Hell, Copper Pillar Hell, Blade Mountain Hell, Oil Pot Hell...

"Ah this."

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t even dare to look further.

The tide of fortune truly turns, in the Ghost Buddha Realm, he saw Hua Changdeng like the heavens above ants, in the Yunshan Emperor realm, he saw Hua Changdeng like an ant watching the galaxy.

"My life is over!"

Just from life’s most instinctive intuition, Xu Xiaoshou knew, if Hua Changdeng wanted to slay him at this moment, he wouldn’t even need to draw a sword.

He felt a thick shadow of death.

Whether the Will Ghost of the Sword Demon Three Swords had been refined to a transcendent state didn’t matter.

If Hua Changdeng truly drew his sword, the attack would absolutely be at a transcendent level, if not higher, and only his true self might have a chance to withstand a single strike.